The last time we had a session I didn't write it down since it seemed mostly revolving around our family but the gist was -- we were traveling (again) and it was very 'dusty' as we were wearing masks and goggles. We were in a caravan of 4x4's going offroad in... the desert? (red rocks?). Everyone was calm, we all knew that there was someone waiting for us, but we didn't know who. It was a community agreement that if you couldn't keep up, you were left behind... so everyone there had basic mechanic skills, etc. My daughter was there... about 3 years or so older than she is now. My son was somewhere else 'fighting' (resistance? military? not sure) and my stepson was with his mother & family... thinking 'maybe this was the wrong choice'.

Quoting: tandym

Do you really want to know?

What if when the time comes you are invited to join a group/community of survivors in an already ready safe zone in west-central Utah?